DECEMBER
MEDITATION
The
frosted rooftops greyly lit, are
ranged
Beneath
benignant stars and naked moon,
While
sleeping trees in shadowed maze extend
Their
roughly-angled boughs aloft, toward
The
opened deep of late December night.
Then
peering through the mingled branches came
A
liquid gleam of lucent blue, as
if
A
contemplative eye surveyed the scene
On
which it gazed-- a planet, riding
high,
Processing
through mid-heaven this winter night.
My
mind imagined Bethlehem, whose star
Once
ruled a different sky in other time;
Revealed,
beheld, pursued;
ordained to point
Three
kings of earth to where the Highest King
Had
come into the world that Christmas night.
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